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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>LOVED ONE, FAREWELL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Revelation 7:17</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_v_everett_ab.jpg" alt="Asa Brooks Everett (1828-1875)" width="133.333333333333" height="196.666666666667"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Desert Foothills United Methodist Church</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_l_slade_mbc.html" target="_blank">Mary Bridges Canedy Slade</a>, in <em>Good News, or Songs and Tunes for Sunday Schools, Christian Associations, and Special Meetings</em>, edited by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_c_mcintosh_rm.html" target="_blank">Rigdon McCoy McIntosh</a> (Boston, Massachusetts: Oliver Ditson & Company, 1876).
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_v_everett_ab.html" target="_blank">Asa Brooks Everett</a> (1828-1875) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_o_lovedofw.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The following accompanied this song when it was published:</p>
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<p>IN MEMORIAM—TUESDAY MORNING, NOV. 23, 1875<br>
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This is one of several beautiful “songs without words” that my true and well tried friend, Dr. A. Brooks Everett, contributed for these pages only a short time before his death; and to me, it was as sweet as anything Schumann ever wrote. The words are Mrs. Slade’s, and I thank her for them. The dedication is mine.<br>
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R. M. McIntosh
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<p>Birds are rejoicing,<br>
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O’er hill and dell;<br>
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Hushed is thy voicing,<br>
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Sweeter that fell.<br>
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Friend of our happy days,<br>
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Brother of prayer and praise,<br>
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Thine own sweet music says,<br>
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Loved one, farewell!</p>
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<p>Thou hast ascended,<br>
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Where angels dwell;<br>
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Where, earth songs ended,<br>
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Heav’n’s anthems swell.<br>
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Safe, all the saints among,<br>
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Blest with the praising throng,<br>
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Singing the new made songs,<br>
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Loved one, farewell!</p>
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<p>Salvation’s story<br>
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Then thou wilt tell;<br>
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Triumphs of glory,<br>
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Thy voice shall swell.<br>
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Rest thou, oh, friend so dear,<br>
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Thy precious Savior near,<br>
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Where God shall wipe each tear,<br>
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Loved one, farewell!</p>
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<p>Safe from thee turning,<br>
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Grief’s tones will knell;<br>
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Hard, hard the learning,<br>
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God doeth well!<br>
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Till, be it soon or late,<br>
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Up, at the pearly gate,<br>
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We meet, oh watch and wait,<br>
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Loved one, farewell!</p>
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